From the recording Box & Whisper Plot
Lyrics
When I first went to school
My heart was like an open book
Gotta learn all the rules
Keep reading all the signs
Tripping on every stick
I swear I might be caned there
Sitting up straight and tall
Staying out of danger
Scraping acorns in the sun
For weapons out of oak trees
Everything on the run
Didn’t need much timing
Football cards in spokes
Sounded like engine
Puddles on every street
Couldn’t keep from drowning out
Caught in corridors, traipsing up and down these halls
People I’ll never meet
Are breathing in the same air
Hustling in the heat
Looks like a menial time
Thoughts are not alone
They’re stacked up like a hayshed
Waiting for rain to fall
To feed a wounded mind
Caught in corridors, traipsing up and down these halls